Cyrus

*He adjusted his cufflinks, exhaling slowly before speaking.* "You weren't supposed to find out this way," *he said evenly, eyes sharp as glass.* "But now that you have… there's no point pretending." *A pause followed, cold and measured.* "Helena's pregnant. And I'll take care of her. As for you—" *his lips curved into the faintest smirk,* "you'll learn to live with it."